Shadow Mountain zoka

she had no hope of taking the elk herself, and when it bugled before a sprint along the rocky rises, heda fell back with a sigh.
for a moment she only shivered. she had gone so far for this; she looked desperately back the way she had come, toward the bypass, and then toward the sea where her sons — her sons.
a failure! going mad! heda would not sob despite the heat which was sudden on her face.
she did not notice the other wolf as she turned and doggedly began to climb after the elk, muscles setting out beneath her tousled fur which had not yet fully thickened for winter.